Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Friday, May 09, 2008

punished for indolence?!----Sunday Scribblings

In summer days of '02I chose to stay homewith my books and sheets-life at my fingertips;doing what I wantedeven silence if I please.lying down; daydreamingor staring at the blue sky.probing for nothing muchuncluttered by screams,television switched off.

ringing of that telephonewoke me up from my reverie.holding the receiverlistening to my brother speak,a silent scream formed in my throatby the time I reached the hospital,dad, you had lost consciousness-never to wake up again.

It is always hard to forget moments like this, although sad it may be. But then, life moves on. By the way, I don't know whether you noticed my Love Q meme at my blog or not, but if I could get your opinion on love matters, it would be great. I always feel poets tend to have interesting view of life and love. Anyway, you are more than welcomed to participate in the meme, if such topics interest you. :)

An emotional lament Gautami. I, too, am still struggling over losing my Dad. Be strong and keep living you life, he will always be with you in spirit. I think of you regularly and today I send you warm fuzzy thoughts and a big hug to try and help you stay strong.Kia kahaTake care, Shaz

Your poem is full of the longing people have to control something that is not controllable - mortality. If you had not enjoyed your carefree life, that phone call wouldn't have come. But the call will come, whether you have

This is so haunting, Gautami, and shows how life can change for us so quickly. Certainly you could never have known what was about to happen to your dad, and I think he would like to know you were enjoying a peaceful moment.

Its lovely the way you've contrasted two totally different aspects in your poem. Beautiful!

I don't think you should blame your dad's death on your indolence - that's being cruel to yourself! Such events will come and go in your life, but this does not mean you start blaming everything on yourself. Have faith in yourself, and move on...

Remember the song 'que sera sera' - whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, que sera sera...

no, not even...referring to yr title... thought it was a beautiful poem... relaxing, enjoying the scene.. and then, right across the forehead...ouch... my little story as it relates to yrs... my sister left me a voicemail abt my dad having a heart attack right after my mom passed.. needless to say i was absolutely terrified to answer a phone or listen to voice mail after that.. and for awhile after that... in a small way i can understand yr heartache regarding the message... and just because hrz a ((( hug )))... i need one too... it's that sorta monday... i miss my mommy even now...

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.